Frits en Freddy Page #2

Synopsis: Frits and Freddy Frateur make their living as Bible salesmen, but suffer difficulties due to the economic crisis. When ringing the doorbell of Carlo Mus, who is under surveillance by the secret service for fraud, both men are laughed at while closing the door. This is one step too far for the Frateur brothers. Violently, they invade the luxurious villa. They hurt the rude man but flee when the alarm sounds. Being no trouble for Mus to locate the Frateur brother, he finds revenge. But Frits and Freddy now feel humiliated and seek revenge once more. Once again they break in, but now they kidnap the wife of the household: Gina.
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): Guy Goossens
  2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.4
Year:
2010
89 min
12 Views


What will you say?

Good evening, old prune.

I just slit your Balou's throat

with Frits's new knife

and now I'd like to borrow your car

cos ours has just exploded.

Well... I won't say that, of course.

What then? I'd like to know.

I'm not going to say,

'Good evening, old prune...'

Maybe you could moon at them again.

I'll tell you what. I'll wait here.

What are you trying to say?

That I can't sort it?

Well, I'll f***in' show you.

Get your briefcase ready.

Greta's in the bath.

- Greta doesn't need to know, Leon.

It's just between us two men.

I don't need it for long.

Half an hour at the most.

Has she been in there long?

- Where?

In the bath.

- Have you seen Balou anywhere?

No.

Why? Have you lost him?

- It's strange.

He's usually afraid of the dark.

Maybe those fireworks scared him.

I've had an idea.

If you lend me your bus and

Balou isn't back in an hour,

I'll go and look for him with Frits.

He loves dogs too.

We need a plan. We can't go charging in.

- I've got a plan.

I was afraid of that.

It's high time we showed the rest of

the world we're not a pair of losers.

And we absolutely have to do it tonight?

- Yep.

Careful.

- There isn't anyone here.

So? The alarm'll get set off again.

F***in' hell!

- Carlo! I'm trying to sleep.

I'll shoot you!

- Bloody hell, Carlo!

Nasty little f***er!

Let's go. Come on!

The police are on their way.

- We're really scared now.

Stay where you are. Hands up!

My husband will be here any minute.

- You're expecting quite a few people.

There's no money in the house.

- We know. We haven't come for that.

What have you come for then?

If it's for that bloody ugly clock,

feel free to take it with you.

I've got an idea.

You're insane.

- And you're a f***in' wimp.

How long before those guys

pay us another visit? One hour? Two?

They may even get there before we do.

- Mouse doesn't know we've got her.

She could've just pissed off.

Bet you two fight now and then.

No.

- Liar.

That kind of woman doesn't piss off

cos of a fight.

She goes to see a lawyer and a bit later

the guy moves into a tiny apartment.

Mouse knows we haven't got a car

any more, so how can it have been us?

Use your brain! How would we get there?

It's a long way from where we live.

See?

- That's the result of using your brain?

Yeah.

- Well, I wouldn't do that too often.

Be careful. It's hot.

You don't have to keep that on,

you'll end up burning your hands.

Nice place.

- What? Not good enough for you, is it?

Miss Hoity-Toity.

Hey, what's going on?

Why isn't she wearing that any more?

- It's dark outside.

So?

I'm going to keep this.

F***, they're here already.

- We didn't hear a car.

Give that gun here.

- No, I need it.

Otherwise she'll scream the place down.

- So what do I do? Throw a shoe at them?

Come on, upstairs.

Upstairs.

D'you still need our bus?

- Good evening.

Freddy told Leon he'd bring it back.

- We got stuck in traffic.

Have you seen Balou anywhere?

- No. Have you lost him?

Freddy promised Leon you'd look for him.

- Freddy's in the bath.

I'll send him over.

- Right.

What happened to your car?

- It doesn't go any more.

I can see that for myself.

- A faulty connection.

Really?

I'll send him over. Freddy, about Balou.

What about our bus?

- He'll bring it with him.

I don't know where the keys are.

OK? Bye.

Was there something else?

- Yes.

Tell Freddy to stop.

- Stop what?

Mooning at us when you drive past.

- I'll tell him.

It's not a pretty sight, now is it?

- No.

We'll ask 100,000 euros. Cash.

You've no idea what you're getting into.

- That's true.

We didn't ask you.

If it works, how long d'you think

it'll be before they find us?

She's seen us, hasn't she?

Dammit!

- It's not my fault.

We'll have to get rid of her.

- For goodness' sake.

Have you got a better idea?

Ask 200,000.

And I get half.

I don't follow you.

- Carlo's got enough dough.

And you won't tell him it was us?

- No.

I don't believe you.

Half is a lot, isn't it?

- It's the same as you.

That's true. but there are two of us.

- That's not my fault, eh?

Why would you do that?

- Why d'you think? For the dough.

How does your old man earn his loot?

- By laundering money.

He told us he didn't have

any dirty money, the rascal.

Where does the money come from?

- That doesn't matter, Frits.

Doesn't it? Think! He's not doing it

for the corner shop, is he?

The whole thing stinks, Freddy. It's

the mafia and we're no match for them.

He made fools of us.

Here, in our own home.

And he blew up Granny's car.

What's in there?

Two little old ladies.

What d'you think is in there?

A cake.

- You must want something.

What are you planning to do

with that girl there?

Well... we want to spend

some time on our own.

We're not twelve any more, Dad, eh?

How long have you been seeing her?

- Phh... Quite a while.

And now you suddenly thought

the time had come to... be on your own.

Yeah, well...

What does she do for a living?

- She works in a laundry.

She's working class.

- She runs the place.

Does the laundry belong to her?

- It will do soon, probably.

What does she see in you?

- What?

You gonna spend the rest of your life

peddling Bibles?

There's no money in that.

That depends.

- People aren't interested these days.

I've told you before,

no one reads that any more.

You should sell copies of the Koran.

There's a future in that.

The Koran?

- Yes.

What about Freddy? What's he going

to do while you're not there?

Stay home, I think.

- He can't manage on his own.

It's only for two days, Dad.

Hear any more about those guys

who set light to Granny's car?

The cops are looking into it.

We can sleep soundly at night then.

Don't leave the place in a mess.

- Of course not, Dad.

I mean it. No mess, OK?

No. Dad.

She completely emptied the savings

account. And that was my money.

She only works part-time.

Now I've had a letter from her lawyer

saying she wants alimony.

Yet she cheated on me, not vice versa.

I told you, eh?

Do you think that's fair?

- No.

I took the letter to my lawyer.

I was there less than half an hour

and yesterday I received a bill

for 1,000 euros. A retaining fee.

D'you think that's right?

I'm sick to death of this.

I'm starving hungry.

- And there's no guarantee I'll win.

We've been taken for a ride

with Their Reverences.

They've got nothing to do with it.

It's nice and peaceful here.

Who's outside Mouse's place?

- No idea.

I need to have something to eat.

It's making me irritable.

I'm going to get something.

- I'll stay here.

Shall I bring something with me for you?

- No.

Yes. A chocolate waffle and a coke.

Hold on.

Keep it. Sounds like

you're gonna need it.

Can you see anything interesting, pal?

We've got a problem.

What's that?

- One of Mouse's men.

What's he doing on our toilet?

- He was out there with his binoculars.

He said he was birdwatching.

But he had a f***in' gun on him.

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